sunoo had always been gentle, a soft presence like the warmth of a spring morning. his favorite thing to do, though, was give her angel kisses. he would press his lips softly against her eyelids, so light it was almost as if the touch wasn’t real. it started one evening when they were lying on the couch, the sound of rain tapping on the windows. she had closed her eyes, listening to the rhythm of his voice as he talked about his day. mid-sentence, he paused, leaned closer, and brushed a kiss over her eyelid.

“what was that?” she had asked, opening her eyes to see him smiling shyly.

“angel kisses,” he said simply, his cheeks tinged with pink.

from then on, it became their thing. whether it was early in the morning, her face still marked by sleep, or late at night, when they were about to drift off, sunoo always found a moment to lean in and place those delicate kisses on her closed eyes.

“why my eyelids?” she asked him one day, curiosity getting the better of her.

he thought for a moment, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face. “because they’re the closest to your dreams. i like to think i’m wishing you sweet ones.”

her heart melted every single time. it was such a small gesture, but it carried so much love.

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted their room in hues of pink and gold, she found herself on his lap, his arms wrapped around her. her eyelids fluttered shut, knowing what was coming. sure enough, sunoo tilted forward and kissed her eyelids, lingering just a moment longer than usual.

“what was that for?” she murmured, her voice soft.

“nothing. just loving you,” he whispered, his forehead resting against hers.

and she thought, in that moment, there was nothing sweeter in the world than sunoo’s angel kisses.